My new goal for the rest of these 31 days is to spend at least twenty minutes completely alone every day. Regardless of how many dishes are piled in the sink (a lot), how many loads of laundry I need to do before I'll be caught up (at least 7), how many emails and phone calls need returning (hundreds), pictures need editing (literally thousands), or work needs to be done.
I'm not even sure exactly how I will accomplish this, particularly with an especially clingy one-year-old who needs momma to hold him literally-all-the-time. Not to mention a freshly-four year old who is constantly asking in a particularly loud voice if she can please just PLAY WITH YOU MAMA, and is also in a weird mom-only phase. Sigh.
But happen it will, because I've been feeling a tug on my heart towards silence and solitude and letting Christ speak in the white spaces of the margin I create.
In Radical Hospitality, Pratt says that
“When we are alone, we have cut off our normal routes to escaping ourselves. Not only that, solitude hacks off most of the usual ways we feel affirmed. In solitude, we cease being competent workers. We do no serve or nurture others in solitude, and we seldom talk. Once amputated from these normal support systems, we discover a throbbing restlessness that begins to surface. Ancient wounds to the psyche begin ascending into the conscious region of the mind. They float up like long dead bodies. Illusions shatter around us and wisdom gets a chance to get hold of us.” (via this blog)
A few more of my favorites posts that I highly suggest you sit down and pour over with a cup of coffee or diet coke.
Pretty much every single post in my friend Shannan's 31 Days of Going. I love it, and her. Also? I have never met someone as frightening-ly twin-like in our lives and callings and hearts towards two big kiddos in particular.
Jen's post from Haiti "My Heart is Hot"
Some books I want to read . . .
I'm not even sure exactly how I will accomplish this, particularly with an especially clingy one-year-old who needs momma to hold him literally-all-the-time. Not to mention a freshly-four year old who is constantly asking in a particularly loud voice if she can please just PLAY WITH YOU MAMA, and is also in a weird mom-only phase. Sigh.
In Radical Hospitality, Pratt says that
“When we are alone, we have cut off our normal routes to escaping ourselves. Not only that, solitude hacks off most of the usual ways we feel affirmed. In solitude, we cease being competent workers. We do no serve or nurture others in solitude, and we seldom talk. Once amputated from these normal support systems, we discover a throbbing restlessness that begins to surface. Ancient wounds to the psyche begin ascending into the conscious region of the mind. They float up like long dead bodies. Illusions shatter around us and wisdom gets a chance to get hold of us.” (via this blog)
A few more of my favorites posts that I highly suggest you sit down and pour over with a cup of coffee or diet coke.
Pretty much every single post in my friend Shannan's 31 Days of Going. I love it, and her. Also? I have never met someone as frightening-ly twin-like in our lives and callings and hearts towards two big kiddos in particular.
Jen's post from Haiti "My Heart is Hot"
Some books I want to read . . .